prompt 9 hour 9

loathly zoom meetings

 

staring at the tree line

hovering just beyond the strange drone of

the zoom meeting

lulling me in this heat

into lethargy

trapped like porridge in a bottle

and just as willing to move.

 

I mask my disdain for idiots in meetings

through the click of a button

to a black screen,

deciding to go chase fireflies at the cottage

instead.

© r. l. elke